TINGLE
Revenge, Number Two
Trevion Burns
TINGLE
Copyright 2016 © by Trevion Burns
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Also by Trevion:
The Revenge Series:
Quiver: Number One
Tingle: Number Two
Stereo Hearts Series:
Stereo
Encore
The Romanovsky Brother’s Series:
Taming Val
Claiming Roman
Loving Leo
Finding Gary
The Almeida Brother’s Trilogy:
Lila's Thunder
Thunder Rolls
Lightning Strikes
Stand Alone Novels:
Dead or Alive
This book contains content matter that may be challenging for some readers, including graphic sexual violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
To Ty
1
“So tight, Veda. Fuck, you feel so good. I love you more than anythi—”
Veda Vandyke trapped the rest of his whispered words in a deep kiss, spreading her lips over his and tasting his guttural moan as she matched his ardent thrusts. The squeeze of her walls sent him lifting from the couch, locking an arm around her waist as he plunged deep, holding her up with just the strength of his flexing calves, using the back of the couch for leverage.
“You’re so beautiful—” He gasped into her mouth when her kiss stole his words once more.
Veda slashed her tongue past his lips, muddling his endearments with the warmth of her kiss, and her center, as she tightened her slippery walls around his column even more. A rumble in her belly threatened to steal her lucidity as strongly as it had his. She tried to breathe past that loss of control.
Her mouth left his with a soft smack.
His full pink lips went slack. Teeth clenched as he sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes grew wide as he drank in her face.
Recognizing the signals his body always gave, including the crimson flush under his olive skin spreading from head to toe, she gasped, “Come for me.”
He searched her gaze, refusing to break his away, not even as the beginnings of his orgasm showed in his eyes, making them shrink into slits. “I love everything about yo—”
Veda clapped her lips down over his, tightening her arms around his neck, picking up the pace of her bouncing hips while clenching her cunt as tight as she could, to the point that she was sure he must be in pain.
But it only made his moans grow more fervent. It only made him lift higher from the couch until he was nearly fucking her standing upright, the muscles in his calves rolling against the backs of her soft thighs. He trapped her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling it, only releasing it when Veda leaned her head too far back to reach. He buried his hands in her jet black curls and tried to bring her back to him, bring her closer, lifting his hips to receive hers, going deep, taking her with as much vigor as she took him, holding her eyes.
His voice grew hoarse. “I can’t breathe without yo—”
Another hot kiss.
This time, he pulled back, never breaking the pace of his hips as he searched her eyes. “I can’t live without you, Veda.”
“You don’t have to.” Veda let her eyes flutter closed.
“Look at me.”
She pressed her forehead to his, keeping her eyes shut, even as she felt his fingers tightening around her curls.
“I can’t come until you look at me…”
Her eyes blinked open. The moment she met his gaze and held it, his own slammed shut. His bones hardened and tensed. The abs in his belly constricted and his spine curled forward as his orgasm rushed through him, shooting from his hardness and filling her with his seed, so hot it sent a whimper tearing up her throat, making her eyes roll back in her head when she felt her own peak coming right on his heels. He whimpered his pleasure into the valley between her breasts.
They rocked together with vigor until the only sound left in the room was their stunned gasps bouncing off the quiet walls and the music their bodies made.
Veda was the first to stop chasing the intense pleasure, knowing if she pushed it much further it had the potential to ebb from pleasure to agony. Gage joined her, his trembling hips twitching to a slow stop as well, and he held his breath for several moments before finally gasping into her bosom. His laughter tickled her skin before he wet it with his lips and tongue.
She stroked her fingers through his black hair, her eyes narrowing to the front door of her apartment, and waited for him to pass out.
—
“How are you still awake, Gage Blackwater?” Veda whispered, nearly an hour later, cuddling her hands under her cheek and snuggling deeper into the plush white pillow, smiling across the bed. “Fighting sleep like a toddler who hates naps.”
Gage nestled his cheek into the opposite pillow, his sleepy brown eyes running a race across her face, taking the time to stop at all his favorite spots before reclaiming hers. “Why do you want me asleep so badly?”
“You underestimate how well I’ve come to know my man. You always pass out immediately after I put down the kind of furious loving I just put down on you. Something must be wrong if you’re still awake after all that good work I put in.”
He smiled. “Will your mistress be waiting in the wings once I finally pass out?”
Her eyes flew to the clock on the wall, and when she saw what time it was, she clenched her jaw, sucked in a breath and tried to calm her racing heart. “I’m not sure if mistress is the appropriate word if it’s the woman who’s stepping out. Maybe—”
“Mister?” he offered, chuckling. He waited for her soft laughter to die down with his. “There must be a mister. I can’t imagine why else you’d be in such a rush to knock me out.”
“I’m not in a rush.”
His eyes fell to her lips as his voice lowered. “I think you underestimate how well I’ve come to know my woman.”
Veda’s face sobered.
He swallowed. “And you definitely underestimate—as a man born to a highly wealthy, highly problematic family—how well I’ve come to recognize secrets when they’re filling a room like a helium balloon. One good blow away from busting wide open.”
Veda frowned. Her teeth gritted.
“The Lockwoods. The Blackwaters. They’re dangerous… They hurt people.”
Veda lowered her eyes and fought to ignore the voice of her young friend, Coco, who’d whispered those words of warning weeks ago. But they shot through her head on repeat. They were words of warning Veda still hadn’t yet made sense of. Words of warning that still made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
She didn’t speak again until she was sure her voice wouldn’t quiver in response to her thoughts. She hoped, when she lifted her eyes and reclaimed his, they weren’t stained with the rumbles that had taken
over her belly. “Were there a lot of secrets in your family growing up?”
“There are a lot of secrets in my family now.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know… They’re secrets.”
“How can you claim they exist if you don’t know what they are?”
“One or two have shown themselves over the years. If I’ve learned anything from my family, it’s that no matter how good a liar or deceiver the secret keeper is, no matter how tightly sealed their lips, they’re still no match for a kid with a good memory, a little common sense, and a lot of patience. Little slivers of truth are bound to trickle in, and after years of trickling, the secrets eventually tell themselves.”
“Are you willing to wait years for my secrets to trickle in?”
“Ah…” He grinned. “So there are secrets.”
“Everyone has secrets. I would never be mad at you if you had secrets.”
“I don’t keep secrets from you. You have all of me, Veda.”
Veda saw his eyes flutter, and she held her breath when he kept them closed just long enough to convince her he’d finally gone to sleep. She checked the clock again, biting back a soft curse.
Gage’s eyes flew back open.
She tilted her head back and chuckled at the ceiling when he opened his eyes as wide as he could.
He sucked in a sharp breath, showing he was just as shocked as she was that he’d managed to wake himself back up.
“I refuse to go to sleep before you,” he warned, voice groggy. “Your mister is just going to have to take the loss tonight.”
“I don’t have a mister.” She giggled, stroking his chiseled cheek and his neat five-o-clock shadow, letting her fingers travel up and sink into his thick black hair.
“Look at you,” he grumbled, eyelids growing heavy. “Stroking my hair the way you know I like it. The way you know will knock me out in an instant.”
“You’re really paranoid for such a hot guy. You know that? An Adonis like you, this anxious? I should bottle you up and auction you off to the highest bidding spinster. I’d be a millionaire overnight.”
“Do I have anything to be anxious about?”
She stopped raking her fingers through his hair and instead tangled them up inside it. “I’m yours.”
A lump moved down his throat, and his eyes spoke every word that he seemed to be fighting so hard to keep at bay. “I want you to meet my family. Dinner with my parents and grandfather, this weekend.”
Veda’s hand fell from his hair like it had caught fire. She went to her back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling fan. A deep groan bubbled up her throat and filled the air.
“If you’re mine,” he said. “As utterly and completely as I’m yours, then you’re going to have to meet them eventually.”
Veda’s eyes danced across the room as she considered how to respond, then just as she was opening her mouth to speak, her gaze locked onto the clock on the wall.
Gage shot up in the bed, hissing out a laugh. “For God’s sake, if you look at that clock one more time…” He pulled his knees up and rested his elbows on them, digging his fingers into his hair.
Veda bit back another moan before sitting up and scooting in next to him. She wrapped her arms around his bicep. Her touch made it flex. She cuddled in close, squishing her cheek against the boulder on his shoulder. Her eyes fell to their entwined arms, and she took a moment to revel in the vast difference in their skin tones: his olive, hers, deep brown. She loved the contrast they made.
The moment she wrapped herself around him, Gage held his hands out in front of his face and turned his head towards her. “Where do you need to be that’s so damn important, Veda? I’m serious.”
She squeezed his arm. “Nowhere. I’m just sleepy, that’s all. I want to go to bed, and I can’t sleep until you’re sleeping, too.”
Gage searched her eyes. “Are you sure you want to be with me?”
Her mouth fell, and her eyes widened.
He continued before she could answer, his voice rising. “Or have I put the respect of my family and my entire professional future at risk for absolutely nothing?”
“I can’t believe you could even say that to me.” She covered her heart with her hand as she whispered her next words. “Gage, you have my whole heart. I don’t know what I have to do to prove that to you.”
“I have your heart…” He reached out and tapped the area between her naked breasts with his knuckles, letting them linger before moving them up to her curly hair. He tapped her skull. “But I don’t have this, Veda. I don’t have it.”
“Gage, I told you.” She sputtered. “I told you, before we got together, that I’m not perfect. I’m not just a work in progress, okay? I am a case study in disaster management. I should have a team of experts doing extensive research on how the fuck to piece me back together. You knew that about me—because I told you. I warned you.” Her lips tightened. “If you can’t be patient with me…”
“It’s just… When I tell you I want you to meet my family, and you fall out like the damn world just came to an end…”
“Your parents lost out on a huge investment deal when you called off your wedding to Scarlett.” Her voice hitched as she squeezed him. “They lost out on enough money to pay my med school loans ten times over. Can you really blame me for being nervous about meeting them? It’s a miracle they haven’t had me assassinated.”
He shot her a look that tried to be serious, but the corner of his mouth threatened a smile.
She kissed his shoulder, softening her voice. “Do you honestly believe I’ll be able to shake their hands, a month after you defied them—cost them millions—and it’ll be all sunshine and rainbows? That we’ll all hold hands and do spins in a meadow full of daisies? It won’t happen, Gage. They need more time. And frankly, so do I.”
Gage looked away from her, staring at the wall while shaking his head. His voice softened. “Fine.”
“Lay down,” she whispered, her voice falling away when he turned his head toward her. For a while his eyes just ran over her face before he slowly laid back on his pillow, exhaling heavily while pulling her cheek into his chest.
She kissed his pecs, letting the dusting of hair tickle her lips. She took her loving canoodles to his nipple, gently sucking the tiny pink bud between her lips. “We have our first date night tomorrow, don’t we?”
He grumbled in response, making his chest vibrate against her lips.
She took her kisses to his defined shoulder blades, kissing each freckle that dusted the tan skin along his collarbones before cuddling her cheek into his chest, stroking her fingers over his taut skin. She watched the smattering of dark hair between his pecs flit over her cow-print manicure.
Gage covered her hand in his, letting the beds of his fingers run over her nails. He always loved the slick feel of them after a fresh manicure.
Veda knew the moment he began running his fingers over her nails that she’d calmed him. She kept her voice low and soothing. “Our first real date. First night out on the town as a real couple. Do you think I’d let just any man wine and dine me with all the finest things? No, Gage. It has to be a man who, just last month, was engaged to someone else. A man who just happens to be my boss and could make my professional life a living hell if our relationship ever went to the dogs. It has to be you because I’m obviously a glutton for punishment.”
A small smile broke his lips.
“You’re special,” she whispered, stacking her hands on his chest and looking up at him with smiling eyes. “Even more importantly, you’re mine. And I love you. I just need to move at my own pace, okay? I want to be able to enjoy you, at least for a little while, before bringing our crazy families into the mix.”
“I would meet your crazy family. Today. Right now. If you wanted me to.”
“My family didn’t just lose out on a multimillion dollar deal on a count of you. If they had, you’d be just as hesitant to put yourself in the line of fire.”
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He remained silent, even as the muscle under his jaw clenched.
She trailed her pointer finger along his chest, lacing it through each dip and valley in his eight-pack abs, down to the trail of hair at the V on his hips. Her voice grew sultry. “Lucky for you, my folks are the most boring people alive. Plus, they’re broke, so they will love you by default. It’s easy for you to say how little you’d mind meeting them.”
He tucked her hair behind her ear and opened his mouth to speak. When nothing came, he blushed. “Damn it, Veda.” He chuckled, running the bed of his thumb across her cheeks, frowning at her. “I can never tell what I see in your eyes. I swear to God, sometimes you make me feel like I’m losing my damn mind.”
She sat up and kissed his cheek. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She went to kiss his cheek again, but he turned his head, giving her his lips, moaning into a soft kiss.
When they’d first started dating, she’d made him wait two months before they shared their first kiss, and he seemed to savor every peck she gave him now as if it might be the last.
When his eyes fluttered, Veda shot another look at the clock. Her heartbeat tripled at what time it was. She closed her eyes before he could catch her looking, spreading her lips to accept the soft brush of his tongue. She pushed in, forcing his head deeper into the comfort of his pillow.
Their lips lived together softly, over and over, only parting long enough for them to draw in a hastened breath before they were enjoying each other’s precious taste once more. Gage’s head continued sinking deeper into his pillow, and his eyes remained closed, long black lashes brushing his strong cheekbones.
Veda pulled back, letting their lips part with a soft smack, and drank in his closed eyes.
She waited.
She waited until the rise and fall of his chest grew deep and steady. Until the hold he had around her waist went slack. Until his full pink lips fell open, ever so slightly, and he filled the quiet room with the sound of his heavy, slumber filled breaths.
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